"Anchor! You have a pair of red high heels behind your back!"
Lin Xi's hand holding the selfie stick was shaking.
She was conducting a live broadcast to evaluate formaldehyde in a haunted house, when a death notice suddenly appeared on the barrage. What's even weirder is——
The ID number one on the reward list was my best friend who died in a car accident three days ago.
The phone screen suddenly goes black.
When it lights up again, it jumps to the company's online meeting. The bald boss was announcing the layoff list, and on the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, three lines of bloody words slowly seeped out:
[Death countdown: 72 hours]
[The murderer is watching the live broadcast]
[The next person to die: Lin Xi]
The whole network exploded.
When # workplace Layoffs Cut to Real Ghosts # became a hot search topic, Lin Xi picked up the ultraviolet lamp and rushed back to the haunted house——
My best friend's body fluoresced in the wall, and she died a month earlier than the car accident.
"Ding!"
Party A's father sent a new request: [Measure formaldehyde in celebrity villas]
She lifted Jiang Chen's mattress, and the live broadcast camera captured the blood-stained small letters engraved on the bed: "Welcome to my murder live broadcast room."
The smart watch started counting down, and the barrage went crazy@her:
[Your boss hanged himself on the company's time card machine!
[Jiang Chen Studio issued a statement saying that you are hyping!
[The police dug up evidence from the double corpse case five years ago in your home!
Lin Xi suddenly laughed.
In the unfinished building where her parents fell to death, she held up the formaldehyde detector. The moment the value soared, Jiang Chen whispered from behind:
"Do you believe it now? Every ghost you kill..."
"They are all the mouths that the murderer wants to kill."
Countdown reaches zero.
In the scene broadcast live on the entire network, Lin Xi slashed open Jiang Chen's shirt——
Her parents' names were tattooed on his heart, and the last prophecy of the barrage floated slowly:
[One of you must die]
